StrawberryFields
Down by the rivers edge
We carved our initials
Into the tender bark
Of a young Willow tree
In grown-up bodies
Still carrying the hearts of children
We chased each other and laughed
And then made love
On new fallen leaves
In the brooks cool water
We bathed and played
And on its bank
We explored nature
As the sun kissed our skin
We touched with no inhibitions
As innocent as the sapling now scarred
And unsophisticatedly
We drank cheap wine
And she smiled with lips
Stained crimson red
By Boones Farm
And on her tongue
I tasted Strawberry Hill
And then loved her again
On the hood of my
Chevy El Camino
And she tasted me in its bed
And I tasted her
On its diamond tucked seats
And we swam in the tall grass
And rolled in the gurgling water
And at the age of seventeen
We left our mark that day
The Willow waved
As we drove away
Scooping up with young shallow roots
A bottle cap that lay by his trunk
That he might dream
And see on the horizon
Two young lovers
Running free through
Strawberry Fields